One time, my outside T triggered me. The impulse to cut was excruciating. I spent three days nearly fighting the impulse to cut, because she was the only one I could talk to about it and I didn't want to make her feel bad if I told her I cut because she did something that triggered me. I'm glad I didn't. I had to take a few deep breaths and as terrified to tell her about it. But she was calm. Asked a lot of questions and in the end said she would have to be more aware. I stumbled and stuttered and told her that this was my issue and it was my fault I couldn't handle it. She said no, it was both our jobs to work through it and she was glad to know so that she could make sure I was okay and said she took part of the responsibility.

Wow! I really like and trust her.